Drove down to the Metroplex yesterday to meet up with JPG, Holly and Peter for some gunny goodness. Walked into the house fashionably late, but early enough to be introduced to Phlegmfatale.
Ladies and gentlemen, Phlemmy is every bit as sweet and enchanting in person as she is on her blog.
To my further astonishment, I learned that La Phlegm has never, ever been to a gun show. That oversight has now been corrected.
Of course, everyone knows that it is Bad Juju to leave your first ever gun show without buying anything, so a holster and a proper belt were acquired.
On a side note, both local and cyber folks have been foreseeing a rush on Evil Black Rifles in regards to the upcoming National election.
I walked all around that show with Peter's Evil Black Assault Rifle over my shoulder and came up with less than a paw-full of inquiries regarding my willingness to sell and price. And I'm relatively sure that at least half of the inquiries weren't really serious.
Let's face it, folks -- if nobody's interested in a never-fired Russian VEPR in .223 with six unused 40- round magazines being sold by a gentlemen with a charming South African accent -- it would seem that no one's really worried about The End Of The World As We Know It.
Hell, I would have bet even money that 15 seconds after a snitch heard the words "Russian", "Assault" and "Rifle" in one of them furrin' accents, we'd've been at the bottom of an ATF scrum.
ATF must be slacking off.
Anyhoo, much discussion was had, much good food consumed and a generally Good Time was had by all.